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Way down in Lou'siana close to New Orleans,

Way back in the woods among the evergreens
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there stood a log cabin made or earth and wood.
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Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode.
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He never ever learned to read or write so well,
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but he could play a guitar just like a ringin' bell.

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Go go go Johnny go, go go Johnny go,
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Go go go Johnny go, Go go go Johnny go,
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Go go Johnny B. Goode.

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He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,

go sit beneath a tree by the railroad track.
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The engineers would see him sittin' in the shade
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strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made.
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The people passing by they would stop and say
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oh my but that little country boy can play.

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Go go go Johnny go, go go Johnny go,
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Go go go Johnny go, Go go go Johnny go,
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Go go Johnny B. Goode.

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Well, his momma told him, "Some day you will be a man.

You will be the leader of a big old band,
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many people comin' from miles around
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just to hear you play your music till the sun goes down.
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Maybe someday your name 'll be in lights,
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sayin', 'Johnny B. Goode tonight!!'"

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Go go go go go Johnny go, Go go Johnny go,
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Go go go Johnny go, Go go go Johnny go,
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Go go Johnny B. Goode.

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Go go go Johnny go, Go go go Johnny go,
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Go go go Johnny go, Go go go Johnny go,
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Go go go Johnny B. Goode.